For John Watson

[howdull]

[Sherlock is still finding pieces of the melted laptop in the carpet.

It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.

He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.

It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.

He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]

Bored, John.

[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]

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I'll have to call him later, he's obviously not at home or in the office at the moment.

[If he were, and he'd been either reviewing the day's footage or watching it live, then Sherlock knows he would have shown up by now after the fit he'd had the previous day.

Curious, though, where would Mycroft go for almost twelve hours? He's not usually someone who enjoys travel. Ah well, he sets it out of his mind for now, Mycroft's movements are far less interesting than this.]

We have to, I won't allow Molly to be hurt in this.

[It's said simply, but firmly. Every so often the part of him that cares, despite his better judgement, does shine through.]

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[John just nods and sits down carefully before pulling on his shoes.]

Start at Caroline's place? Should we let Lestrade know to-

Oh! He put that thing in her car that disrupts bugs or whatever. Think that could be tracked?

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[He doesn't particularly want to admit that he hasn't really got an idea how to reverse track a piece of equipment like that, so he just shakes his head.]

Lestrade will only make this official and possibly spook Moriarty into prematurely killing Molly, better that we deal with this ourselves. We can certainly scope out Caroline's place, but I'm nearly certain she won't be there. I know where she'll be, I just need to think and it'll come to me.

[He does know it, it'll be buried in whatever Moriarty said, but he doesn't know what he knows yet.]

[jumpthegun]

[John frowns in confusion.]

You know where she'll... you mean the morgue?

[That's the only place John had heard.]

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Yes. No. Sort of.

[It's frustrating, he knows the morgue seems right but there's something off about it.]

Just get in the car and be quiet, let me think as you drive.

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Sherlock, Molly didn't come back last night. We don't have a car. We can take a cab or I'll have to rent one for the day.

[Which is his way of tacitly asking for Sherlock's card. Again. He really needs to get a proper job when this is all over so that he can pay everyone back, but especially Molly and Sherlock. He'll use his pension money. That should be coming, as well. Eventually. God, no. That's going to have to go to Clara first for Harry's service.

He tries to stop thinking about money and how helpless he feels without it. Another panic attack is going to be extremely counterproductive.]

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Oh.

[This is very annoying, especially since they're not in an area of London that gets high taxi use. Baker Street was ideal for it, right in the centre where taxis were in high supply, but he can't be waiting around.]

This is ridiculous, too much time and too many checks to rent a car. Order a taxi and we'll buy a car when we've found Molly. Probably best to put it in your name, you'll likely drive it more.

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What? But... [His name for a car that Sherlock is buying? Because honestly, at this point, everything is Sherlock buying and it still makes John burn with shame.

He realizes that Sherlock's just going to be dismissive, though, so he clamps down on the protest. They can have that conversation later, once Molly is safe.]

Yeah. Sorry. Just a minute.

[He has to snatch Sherlock's phone for the internet service to actually find a cab company to dial and orders them one over to Caroline's address.]

It'll be here in ten minutes. Are you gonna be okay today? [What with passing out over his candy last night.]

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Why wouldn't I be?

[He looks genuinely confused, as if he's already forgotten the fit and then following spell of unconsciousness of the previous night. He hasn't, but it doesn't seem relevant right now.]

It's hardly as if this is the first time that I've chased a criminal.

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When was the last time you chased one while having fainting spells and seizures?

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[He rolls his eyes and just heads for the door.]

I'll likely have seizures the rest of my life, what's the point in worrying if I will or won't have one while chasing criminals? Ignore it, John, there are more interesting things to think about.

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[John feels a stab of guilt at Sherlock's airy reply. It reminds him of Mycroft's admonishments about the man's health and it all being John's fault.

'Ignore it,' Sherlock says. John doesn't think he'll be able to, but he can pretend for the moment as he hurries after his friend.]

Things like Molly. Right.

[John will leave Sherlock to contemplate in silence as he watches for the cab and flags it down when he notices it creeping along the road, the cabbie obviously checking street numbers.]

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[Sherlock impatiently steps into the road to wave it down, and they're finally both ensconced in the back seat and heading towards Caroline's house. Sherlock is deep in thought, trying to pull the clues from the conversation with Moriarty about where Molly would be.

The morgue, of course. But it would never be so simple, that would be a poor clue to be spelled out for them so cleanly. A different morgue? Perhaps. No. He refused to believe she was dead-- what was that noise? It's cutting through his thoughts and scrambling his deductions. He glares over at John, because it's his phone ringing with an unknown number.]

Shut that up.

[Or he will throw it out of the window. This is why his phone is so often off at inopportune moments, or why the doorbell ends up in the fridge.]

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[John's just staring out the window trying to figure out whatever clue Moriarty might be trying to give and startles slightly at the sound of the phone. And of course Sherlock has to start snapping two seconds later. He just gives the other man a look as he pulls the thing out. The lack of Caller ID doesn't bode well. Caroline?]

Hello?

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John?

[It's Molly, voice trembling a bit, barely above a whisper.]

John, I've got to give you a clue, are you listening? Just-- just say yes.

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[His eyes widen, and he snaps a hand out to grab Sherlock's shoulder and pull him toward the center of the cab. That hurts, but nevermind it for now. John leans in, as well, trying to get the phone situated so that they can both hear Molly's trembling voice.]

Yes, Molly.

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[Sherlock's glare at being interrupted thinking disappears at once when he hears the voice on the other end, barely audible thanks to having to share the speaker between the two without letting the cab driver hear.]

E is for estranged.

[She draws in a shuddering breath.]

You have five hours.

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We'll find you. I promise. Can you tell me anything else, Molls?

[He'll just go ahead and use a nickname for comfort.]

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[There's the tiniest little hitch of a sob, but she forces the words out.]

There's a bomb, he's listening, I can't...

[jumpthegun]

Okay. It's okay. We're coming for you now. We'll figure it out. Hold tight, Molly. You've done really great through all of this so far. I'm so proud of you. Just hold out a little bit longer.

['And escape, if you can,' he doesn't say. He's not sure which of them is supposed to hang up here, but he glances up to Sherlock see if there's anything else he wants to ask or if the look he's giving John says hang up.]

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[Sherlock opens his mouth as if to say something, offer some comfort of his own, but only ends up swallowing and nodding at John to hang up. He didn't expect to feel so frightened for her, she's just an acquaintance isn't she? He doesn't really do friends, that's sentiment, the death of logic.

But he is scared for her.

He only speaks when the line has been hung up, voice pitched low in case the cab driver is listening.]

Estranged, John?

[It has to be personal to him, after all.]

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Harry?

My parents are dead, and I don't have any secret brothers, or anything.

[John frowns in thought, keeping his own voice low. The fact that his thoughts immediately jump to his dead parents for the 'estranged' category might tell Sherlock more about him than he's really meaning to, but that's not his focus for the moment. Harry's already dead, so he's not sure how much sense that makes.]

Maybe the morgue where they took he from the crime scene? The funeral parlor?

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[Interesting, though not exactly surprising information given John's mannerisms and personality, all of which have clearly been shaped by a difficult and likely abusive home life.]

Your parents or Harry, could be either, which do you think is more likely?

[He assumes they went to different morgues and funeral parlours. It could even be the grave, if they're buried rather than cremated.]

[jumpthegun]

[He glances to the side.]

She's already used Harry. Dunno if she's the sort to do repeats. Jim doesn't seem like the type. Parents, probably? Harry ID'd their bodies at Royal London Hospital after the crash. [He clarifies after a moment.] Car crash. I'm, uh... d'you think they'd have forgotten me by now if we go back there? I sort of had to break out after they dragged me over there along with the kid Caroline shot.

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Soundly deduced.

[He's not entirely sure it'll be the hospital, but it's their best lead for now and so he leans forwards to instruct the cab driver to change course and take them to the Royal London Hospital.]

I doubt they'll remember each patient, and we shouldn't be going anywhere near the same ward.